Five months ago I had my friends round for a drink we got drunk, I walked them half way home and sat on my doorstep afterwards to calm down and try and sober up a little more before I went to bed.

I wanted to go for a walk or someone to sit with me while I was sobering up because I didn't feel great about being drunk and alone, I was messaging a friend he offered to meet me and chill and asked what I'd wanna do so I said maybe go for a walk? He invited me to go for a chilled beer down his friends house down the road from me I agreed thinking maybe that will be safer than walking the streets and met him and we hung out, chilled watched t.v and laughed it was harmless and quite fun.

I knew my boyfriend would worry if I was out alone too late so I told myself I'd go home soon, I had a few swigs of something they offered me I assumed it was vodka, I had a smoke of what I thought was a cigarette but turned out to be weed, I then blunted it and just asked for a normal cigarette, the only thing I remember after standing up after being there for about 30 minutes, is I woke up in my bed smelling like cigarettes strong alcohol and I was in pain. I got up out of bed and my tights were ripped to pieces on my legs ladderes everywhere, the heels were gone out of them my feet were filthy, I passed my converse on the way to the bathrroom and saw I had kicked them off without undoing the laces I picked them up and they were tied in bows/nots at the top of the shoe..

I never do that I always tuck them in... odd I thought. I went to the bathroom pulled down my shorts and only saw my tights, my underwear were over the top of my tights and my sanitary towel was covered in mud and twigs and bits of leaves my genitals felt swollen and it hurt to urinate and wipe myself, I was only wearing the vest top I had on underneath my big band shirt, I lifted it up as my breasts felt sore I had tiny splattering of my period blood on my white bra, I had the odd tiny bruises on the insides of my arms and the odd scratch, I had a nasty blister on my finger which looked like maybe I had been burnt.

I assumed maybe iI'd dropped a cigarette, I messaged the guy asking what happened and told him I didn't remember a single thing and he told me he "took care of me" and that he walked me home he was being casual he said"you were so drunk" and said "do you really not remember anything?" I casually thought well this seems okay and said no nothing he messaged back "not even the trip to the car park." I suddenly got a flash of my self stood topless in a grubby old pub car park bushes looking around, I remember seeing him and his friend on the outside of the bush and then on the inside, I felt sick, I said no and I told him not to tell me. I begged him not to tell me "aw why you ashamed babe " he replied, he kept saying how he had a great time with me, I then begged him to forget the incident he replied "pretty unforgettable for me."

I begged him I told him I don't remember a thing lets just keep it that way this isn't funny I have a boyfriend who I love and he suddenly changed "nah I feel like scum now, don't blame me for something that wasn't my fault, I didnt even know how bad you were or I wouldn't have done anything im not a ****!" He got so defensive, I panicked he was getting mad and apologized I asked politely for him to please drop it and let it be history, he agreed, he agreed his friend would do the same too.

I continued to message him afterwards out of fear for his retaliation again, after a while it sickened me and I couldn't do it anymore, I never replied, 2 months went by and he never messaged again, I went onto his profile and saw all these pictures of him on nights out with these random girls, I then blocked him and his friend, i've heard nothing since, I still question it a lot, its hard to accept.

The danger of date-rape drugs needs to be out there and Dear Friends, In an attempt to get the word out and as a warning to others of the danger of the drug I was spiked with GHB and the consequences that followed.

I have written my story to help others. Employing the notorious GHB a drug that can virtually turn anyone into a willing slave, combined with the potentially lethal power of hypnosis, gang stalkers on two continents, the latest technology for monitoring and recording all voyeuristic activity, these outwardly "respectable" criminals send her on a journey into a 21st century hell which defies imagination, gravely endangering her physical and mental health and leaving her destitute.

Even while she is still outwardly compliant, she begins to understand that something is very wrong in the way she feels and what is going on around her. How does anyone survive such an ordeal? What are the effects on the victims of mind altering and so called "truth" drugs? How does a woman caught in the net of gang stalkers escape? How does she rebuild her life and start the process of seeking justice against the perpetrators? Her only weapon is her continuity trained memory. Over the three months she was drugged, she mentally kept track of everything that happened like a continuity girl on her own nightmare. As she battles with the withdrawal from the forced addiction, the hundreds of pages she has mentally written down float around in front of her. In a race against time, she has to pick up the pages, number them and turn them into a book as fast as possible. This is her story. A story of a women drugged with GHB and how she turns into a criminal.

Written by Sharron Gold

Its been 8 months since my best friend & I were drugged at a weekend camping mud park.

When it happened, I told my boyfriend immediately the next day. However, it has taken me 8 months to tell him the second part. She & I were raped - by one of his friends. Its taken me this long to personally call it rape. I do not believe he was the one to drug us, he just happened to run into us after we had already been intoxicated & thought we were just drunk. Yet, still no excuse to assume we were okay with having sex with him - I would never have done it if I weren't drugged. This is the process I had to get myself through to actually say the words "I was raped."

From this night I only remember snapshots.

We go from the concert area, to his truck, to a middle of an open field where we were lost for at least 4 hours. I had my phone on me at the time & although I don't remember, I had sent messages to friends asking for help. This gave me a timeframe.

I remember dragging my friend behind me by her shirt (yes, she was walking, but barely. I remember she kept saying she wanted to just give up & sleep here: a field.) I refused. Everytime I heard these words it was like a burst of addrenaline to not give up. We woke up the next morning at our camp.

I was in the tent. I had peed myself. She was in the passenger seat of one of our cars. The only thing she had on was a shirt. No pants. No underwear.

I was missing my bra & my bathing suit bottoms were inside out.

Our campsite members pointed out that I had a lot of beads around my neck. Now, I've been to New Orleans for Mardi Gras & I did NOT flash anyone there. I never have, I never thought I would. That was a huge eye opener for me.

She & I both slept for 3-4 days after this. We'd sit & piece together that night. She remembers sounds, I see snapshots.

Yes, we had been drinking. But nothing out of the ordinary by any means. We each had 3 beers & 2 shots over the course of a 3 hour span?

Over the past 8 months I've come to terms with what happened. But I hadnt come to terms with the fact I never told my boyfriend about the rape.

The other night I told him.

He wanted to go back to the park where all this happened, knowing I'd never step foot there again.

I got upset, he didnt understand why. Then I told him.

Without a word he left.

After about an hour he returned. Still no hug, nothing.

All he could keep telling me was this was MY FAULT.

My fault.

Not the rape, he specified.

But getting drugged.

I "had to of drank someone elses, or left my drink unattended" Therefore, my fault. This is NOT like me whatsoever.

But if he believes getting drugged was my fault, and I only got raped because I was drugged, wouldn't that in turn mean I caused the rape?

Don't get me wrong, I personally do not believe this.

I'm just shocked that someone I have been in a relationship for years with can believe this.

Not once during the past 8 months did I feel dirty & worthless about this situation... Until now.

Last sat I went to the casino and was waiting on a friend. I was drinking but I always drink. I remember talking to this guy then feeling lost. I woke up the next morning in the back of a truck. I have no clue what happend.

I have a hand print bruise that's purple on my leg, my ankles have scratches all over, I have major bruises all over my body, blisters the size of a 50 cent piece. I have no clue what happens, I can't atop crying. I was out of it for three days after and I can't hold back the tears from rolling down my face.

I always drink and I have never blacked out and I lost 15 hrs of my life. I just have a sense of being very scared and running for my life, this is very hard to get over. People at work think I have a drinking problem but this is way out off anything I would do, this is not me and Idk why I can't remember.

I feel ashamed and sick I can't look ppl in the eye. I feel nervous and start shacking, I can't sleep at nite ..... and nothing helps every time I do anything it makes me wonder what happend to me. I was too ashamed to go get checked and then when I tried the dr made it out to be like I had done this to myself .....

I think I was drugged and I know I was raped. I am considering paying a private lab to test my hair strand for drugs.

I was at a party, and I had 3 glasses of wine BEFORE I went to the party. My memory for the first couple of hours of the party is clear, and I didn't drink anything. I have never blacked out from alcohol, I don't use drugs, don't have health issues, and have a sharp memory.

I do have a high tolerance for acohol because I am social drinker, sometimes weekly. Three glasses of wine will not get me drunk, and I was fine for the first couple of hours of the party.

I woke up in bed with a man I barely know with no recollection of how I got there. I don't even recall him being at the party. According to a friend, the rapist approached me and I was talking to him when I got a drink. People also gossiped about me being much drunker than they have ever seen me.

Can the drugs wipe out your memory for a period of time before you were drugged?

I believe I was drugged in the early 2000's in Seattle, although it was years before I realized that I was most likely drugged as opposed to having just consumed bad wine.

I brought my boyfriend at the time to a work function, a boat cruise. We knew a few people but largely didn't know most of the attendees. I ordered a glass or two of wine and at some point left my boyfriend, and my unattended glass, at the bar while I used the ladies room. It was a local cruise so I don't think the boat trip was very long. And the incident occurred so long ago that I also don't really recall how much time passed between the time I drank my wine and the time we docked and left the boat. I think it hot me pretty fast though, and I remember that it seemed like as I walked to the car I became dizzy and felt tired and nauseous during the short ride to my boyfriend's house.

Once we got to the house, I went straight to the bathroom. I don't exactly remember if I felt dizzy/nauseous or had to use the bathroom, but I recall sitting on the toilet and then slumping against the wall which was on my right side. I couldn't speak or move. I don't know how long I sat there but it must have been awhile because eventually my boyfriend realized, if he hadn't already become aware that I was simply not feeling well, that something was wrong. He knocked on the bathroom door and asked me if I was alright. I remember being terrified because I literally could not move my body and all that came out of my mouth was sort of a grunt. My boyfriend entered the bathroom and had to pick me up off the toilet and take me to the bed. I slept it off and I believe I woke up the next morning with a giant headache. I never blacked out, but instead experiences this sort of paralysis while being completely aware that I was no longer in control of my body.

It was the most terrifying experience I have ever had and I am just grateful that I was with someone that I trusted and that I didn't fall prey to some horrible end. After having done some research on the effects of various date rape drugs, I believe that someone slipped Special K into my drink.

I rarely drink anymore and when I do it's generally not in a bar. I don't leave drinks unattended, EVER.

Hello, my name is Leslie. I'm not sure what happened to me... If I was drugged, I think so I was at a bar with my friends, and the next thing I know, I'm waking up in a strange place, with people I don't know.

The last thing I remember, is being at a local restaurant/bar, having about 3 drinks, and talking with my friends. I do remember a few guys here and there talking to us, but no one too close, and no one that I felt uncomfortable with, or threatened by. I was supposed to go home that night... as I live with my parents.

I didn't call them, or contact them in any way, nor did I drive my car anywhere. When I woke up, I was angry and confused, and asked to be taken back to the restaurant to my car, which the teenager did with no problem.

I do not feel that I was touch in any way, but then again, I can't remember. I was told that I was coherent at the bar until about 230 am, which I have no recollection of. And I was also told that I went willingly with that man. Throughout that next day, (the morning after), I felt horrible, almost like a hangover, but more like I was still intoxicated. I was driving on the interstate going about my business, when I for some reason, passed out, and came to almost immediately, as my side drivers mirror hit a tree on the side of the road. I pulled over, and then began throwing up uncontrollably. After that, I felt a little better. But was still very dizzy and having trouble focusing and staying awake.

Its been about 5 days now, and I'm still having spells of dizziness, and light headedness. I'm not sure what is going on.

But one thing I am very sure of, is my tolerance for alcohol, and the little amount of it I had that night.

I am 22, and very healthy, and I know that it wasn't alcohol that caused me to have no memory of any of my experiences that night. I am hoping that maybe you can help me, or give me some insight to what might have happened, if I was drugged, or not.

Hi. I'm a 47yr old mother of 5. I spent 6 years in Law Enforcement after being raped in the middle of the night when I was sleeping on a friends couch. I did not know my assailant and I remember every single detail even though I had been drinking that night. He was subsequently caught and charged.

6 days ago, I went to a tiny resort town with my two youngest boys, ages 11 & 13, to see my son who had just returned from his second tour in Iraq. He and 19 others from their Army Base were on a Chaplain sponsored weekend event to go out and have fun skiing and snowboarding. I was beyond elated seeing my son.

We all went out to dinner, there was 23 of us and then back to the resort around 10pm. There were 3 hot tubs outside and in the snow storm in the middle of the Rocky Mountains, it was magical. I had a cocktail before we left for dinner at 6pm. I had two single vodka during dinner from 7:30-9:30 as well as a lot of food both before we left the resort then for dinner.

I am extremely aware of my limits when drinking and at no time was intoxicated.

We arrived back at the resort making margaritas for about 8 of us. Mine was the last and very weak since I knew we were going into the hot tub. I have not been in a hot tub for years and am also aware of the effect of the heat in saunas and hot tubs and how it affects the metabolism of alcohol.

I was in the same hot tub as my son and several others. I remember the conversations clearly as I was sipping on my drink. One of the men with the unit came around with already opened beer and asked if I would like one. I don't drink beer because I hate the taste, but at the time it sounded refreshing. I remember talking with my son and his group, taking a few drinks and then everything is blank with the exception of random snapshots that I'm not sure are even in order. I was one of two women out of 21 people.

The parts I remember are when my son accused me of having sex with one of the men in the other hot tub in front of everyone. I remember saying, that's not true, why would you say something like that. I don't remember anything after that. The only other snapshot I have is of running to my room, barefoot in the snow and hopping in the shower because I was so cold.

I woke up at 7:30 in the morning to my heart pounding out of my chest, so loud I could hear every beat. My 11yr old was next to me in bed and could here the military vans being loaded. He asked if he could go outside and say goodbye to his brother, I said that no, he will come knock on the door before he leaves to say good bye to all of us. We waited and then heard the vans pull away. I jumped out of bed to the window and almost fell over because my legs went out from under me.

My heart was racing and I had to sit down. My 12 yr old asked if I was okay and I said I was fine. I stood up and made my way to the bathroom mirror. My eyes were clear, I didn't have a headache,I wasn't nauseous but I was shaking and my heart was beating so fast and loud.

Suddenly the flashback of what my son had said came to me along with running back to the room. I asked my boys if I had woke them up and at what time. The oldest one said it was 4:30. I lost 6 hours.

We packed up and left, mortified and horrified about the possible reality of the night before. I struggled for the next 12 hours as we drove the 500 miles to our home, to remember ANYTHING except for what my son had said I did in the hot tub. Nothing.

We didn't arrive home until 10:30 that night, stopping on the way to see my 23 yr old son. He gave me a hug and said that my other son in the military had called him and he loved me but was disappointed and disgusted by my behavior. I burst out crying. I told him that I didn't want to talk about it and that I don't remember anything.

I tried to sleep, but my side hurt and my heart was still pounding hard and loud. The next morning I confided in one of my long time friends who stated that it was completely out of character for me and that I had to have been drugged. Up until this point, that possibility had never crossed my mind. I immediately got into my car and went to the hospital for a blood and urine toxicology test. By the time the nurse got to me it had been close to 48 hours since the start of the incidence.

All date rape drugs are out of your system within 24 hours and usually on the first void after the incidence. Sometimes, if your lucky, it is detectable to 48 hours in the urine.

Nowadays with Bennedryl, Tylenol PM, Ambien, Xanax and so many others, they are undetectable.

I now am living with the humility of shame I have brought to my son's military group as well as to my own personal dignity.

Do I know who might have done it. There was only one man, a civilian contractor, who would not leave me alone and kept eyeing me both in the hotel room before and in the hot tub. He was trying to touch my feet with his so I tucked mine underneath me and sat on them. Apparently, he is not the man I had sex with.

At this time, my military son has not spoken to me. My 23yr old son called him and asked why the hell he didn't have my back and protect me when he figured out what was going on. I'm waiting on the toxicology reports which will be 6 to 8 weeks. I have a fractured rib, bruises on my elbow, knees and left hip. And I lay in bed and cry to think how something that was so full of joy and happiness could have gone so ultimately wrong in less than 20 minutes. And out of everyone, I should have known better. I was a trained police officer.

I know this may be a difficult thing to remember when it's happening, however, it is IMPERATIVE. If for any reason you feel as if you were more drunk than what you had to drink, collect a cup of your first urine void as soon as you wake up and head straight to the nearest hospital and ask for a toxicology test. It could be the only proof you will ever have.

I believe my girlfriend and myself may have been drugged while out of town. We were drinking, but have both had much more than we did on this occasion, and much faster. About 10 minutes after we left the last bar we were at, we bolt began to become aggressive towards others, then verbally aggressive with each other then experienced spotty memories the next morning, extreme tiredness.

Luckily no serious harm was done to ourselves or others but both of us felt depressed the next day, I can't shake the feeling we were drugged.

Are there drugs that can cause this? I've read a few similar stories on your site, but I need a more concrete answer.